Weird Warm Fuzzies

So school is over and most of the teachers have left the country... But, my flight doesn't leave for home until September 14. 

So I've got about a month of traveling, visitng people and whatnots. I should be grateful. Which I am. I am very very blessed and grateful for the year that has past and for the upcoming adventures... But, I think I'm ready to go home.

I know this because I called my bank, C.I.B.C., to get my swift code so I can transfer money into my account. A nice-sounding young chap answered on the other side of the line with a matter-of-factly: "Good morning! How can I help you?" He then proceeded to help me out very politely. He sounded personable and familiar. And quite Canadian. And I got the warm fuzzies. You know you miss home when you get the warm fuzzies talking to the bank guy from home for 2 minutes.

(I'm not shouting it from the top of the roof but I think this Singaporean girl might be getting some Canadian in her. )